http://slow.writerscafe.org/EstherLynn The original writings of author Esther Lynn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028735 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I spent the afternoon watching Dead Poets Society. This is the result. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1326450/ You are to me what the shore is to the sea. You're constant - always there, even when the waves of life crash and pound. You stand firm. You're strong, holding me up so I do not drown. But here I am, drowning in all these words I'll never be able to say to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1326288/ A look of understanding.A quick bat of the eye.A shared smile.A quiet laugh.These feelings are far too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1326284/ I am an old soul, burdened by what was,the treacherous memories,the things I've seen.She is a young soul, electrified,passionate, on fire...so alive.I am dreadfully dull, justskin and bones.Nothing extraordinary.Not even a little.She is curious, magnificentintrigued by everything and so very ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1325450/ A body marred by her own hand.A heart mangled by others.A soul burdened by life itself.A mind seeking redemption.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1325446/ more mush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1324942/ teenage rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1324917/ I am not good at finishing things.Cups of tea stacks of bookssentencespoems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1295080/ It's funny what one person can do to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1294531/ The black beast howls,Steam rises from his nostrilsWould you like some tea? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1291731/ My spirit is joythe universe is my friendmy soul is at peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1285424/ You are a warm cup of tea on a quiet evening,the perfect companion to a warm blanket,a nice fire, and an unfinished book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1285420/ Was a bit inspired by a long wintry drive this afternoon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1281262/ I am as strong as an oak tree, towering as high as asycamore.My heart grows wildflowers, and my soul is bursting full ofrays of sunshine.The wind curls my hair and the earth softens my hands.Rushing waterfalls flow past my lips,While quiet rivers stream down my spine.I sing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1277840/ A little bit of sloppy flash fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1277827/ Just a little something I wrote for a portfolio once a long while ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherLynn/1277396/